He moved my hand to the waistline of his jeans. I took his lead and unbuttoned his jeans. My hand slid under his boxers, and I grasped his dick. He was already so hard and ready for me. It only intensified my ache for him. How did he make me so desperate for his touch?
“Fuck, Ari,” he groaned as I stroked him. “If you keep that up, I’m going to throw you down on that couch whether you like it or not.”
“You can tease, but I can’t?”
He tensely gripped my shoulders. “That’s right. Tease me later. Fuck me now.”
A second later, his jeans and boxers landed in the pile with my dress and panties. He sank back into the couch and pulled me on top of him. He buried his face into my neck, sending chill bumps down my arms.
“I fucking love your body next to mine,” he murmured.
Grant lowered me onto his dick. I shivered at the intimacy and connection.
A couple of months ago, I would have balked at the thought of doing this with anyone, let alone someone like Grant McDermott. Now, there was no one else but Grant McDermott.
As I wrapped my arms around his neck, he trailed kisses across my shoulder. Slowly, he lifted me off of him and then rocked me back down. He started up a steady rhythm, bouncing me up and down on top of him.
The darkness, Bank Avenue’s seductive rock tunes drifting backstage, and the intensity of our fight a minute ago made us push a little harder and go a little faster. My breath was coming out in short bursts, and I thought I was going to combust. I raked my nails across the back of his shirt and arched my back.
“Fuck,” he growled. “I’m never going to get enough of your tight pussy.”
I colored at his language. At the same time, my entire body tightened around him. He had a filthy mouth, but I’d be lying if I said it didn’t turn me on.
“And you just got tighter.”
I clenched even harder. Christ, I was so close. I couldn’t believe that I was doing this. Oh my God, it was amazing. My body tingled from my head to my toes, and I couldn’t hold it back any longer. I dug my fingers into his shoulders and shuddered as my orgasm hit me.
“Oh God,” I cried out, leaning over Grant.
He pumped twice more into me and then followed suit.
“That was…amazing,” I murmured.
“Yes, you are.”
Knock, knock, knock.
“Fuck,” he spat. “Someone’s in here,” he called out toward the door.
We both hopped up in a hurry and threw our clothes back on. My zipper got stuck, and Grant had to try three times before he secured it back in place. My hair was a disaster. I tried to wrestle it into something other than freshly rumpled sex hair. I was probably doing more harm than good.
Grant flicked the lights on. I blinked several times and then narrowed my eyes against the harsh light.
“Hello?” the person called again from the other side of the door.
“Coming,” he said, winking at me.
Dear Lord…
He cracked open the door and smiled. “Hey, Killian.”
“Oh, Grant, I didn’t realize it was you,” she said.
The door opened wider, and I got a better look at who was standing in front of Grant. The smile dropped off my face. Really? The lead singer of Bank Avenue?
Killian glanced from Grant to me and then did a double take. “Did I interrupt?”
“No, we were just finishing,” Grant said with a dirty smirk on his face.
I coughed at the implication in Grant’s voice. “Um…hi. I’m Aribel,” I said, stumbling forward and offering Killian my hand.
“Killian.” She took my hand in hers and smiled brightly.
“I’m Grant’s girlfriend,” I said.
“Oh, yeah,” he said. “I’m bad with intros.”
Killian still hadn’t let go of my hand, and it was starting to get awkward. She peered over at Grant. “You have a really hot girlfriend.”
“Would you expect anything else?” he asked smugly.
I pulled my hand away from Killian and stepped closer to Grant. “Well, it was nice to meet you.” Not really.
“You, too,” she said. She eyed us up and down. “I was coming to get my purse, and then I’m going to go hang out with the band. You should come, too.”
“I think we’re going to cut out early,” Grant said with a wink.
I was relieved that he’d said that, so I wouldn’t have to. I couldn’t go back out there and face everyone right now. I didn’t know what I looked like at the moment. Plus, there were too many emotions swirling around between us to act like a happy couple around everyone we knew in Princeton.
“Suit yourselves,” she said. She sauntered into the room, grabbed a studded black purse, and then turned to leave. “Bye, Grant,”
“See you around, Killian.”
She stopped when she walked through the door and invitingly looked back at us. “You know…if you would ever be down for a threesome, I’d be interested.”
My mouth dropped open. “What?”
“I love little blondes,” she said. She bit her lip and stared back at me.
“Oh!” I gasped.
Grant laughed. “I love where this is going.”
“Grant,” I said, smacking him on the chest.
“Give me a call if you’re up for it.” She walked away.
Grant moved to run after her. “Wait!”
I grabbed his arm and yanked him back to me. “Grant…no. Just no.”
He looked pained. “But she’s into you. It would be so fucking hot.”
I arched an eyebrow at him. “No.”
He slumped back against the doorframe. “Damn, this girlfriend thing is hard.”
“Hey!” I said. I walked over and stood before him. “Grant, are we going to be okay?”
“Did I fuck someone else?”
I shook my head at him and rolled my eyes. “Grant…”
He pulled me flush against him. “That guy meant nothing to you?”
“Absolutely nothing,” I whispered.
“And you’re going to tell your parents?”
I bit my lip and nodded. “Yeah. Eventually.”
“Okay. Then, we’re good.”
“Just like that?” I asked, wondering where the catch was.
He nodded. “Just like that.”
“You want me to go in there?” I pointed at the brick library building in front of us.
“Come on,” Ari said. “I have my O-chem study session, and the girls are already inside. We can go get dinner afterward like a totally normal couple who do things other than live in your bedroom.” She raised her eyebrows at me.